So I finally got my iPhone up and running.

(And hell, you’d think they could juice up the packaging some, eh? Cornercutters….)

Don’t know if you have heard, but, fuck, these things are pretty amazing. Look into it.

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So, a bunch of shit is suddenly obsolete. We’re having a sale:

01. 4 GB iPod Nano (special engraving and everything to feel “not yours”.)
02. Samsung Blackjack Phone (used it for three months.)
03. Sadly enough, my trusty road atlas. I know, I know, sacriledge.
04. Some matches, some kindling and a blanket used for making smoke signals.
05. An old minute-by-minute stock ticker, to chart our funds.
06. A couple wall clocks, in various states of “whateverness.”

If interested in taking any of this off my hands, drop a line.

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I got this big feeling that this little thing is just too good, or something. And on some level, it’s kinda weird, as, it feels like the world just got that much smaller. Like, it’s almost a little scary, or sad. I wonder how much this thing will have an impact on my communication/mapping/correspondence aspects of my life? Pretty excited to find out.

I know this much, this little fucker can’t take the wheel. Otherwise, I’d let it steer Gary and I all the way home when we push off on the 27th.

Our humble review: iPhone = iGreat.

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Gettin’ In Where We Fit In: Field Notes shows up on the Skip Report!

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Nate Garn comes in with a queasy box graphic. Barf village, man!

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Alaska’s very own Mike “Midnight Sun” Kirkpatrick sends in a pretty heavy poster link: Seeing Red.